To the first statement, Orsino merely shrugged and made a noncommittal sound before finagling his way further up the couch. It was something of a feat, as it was only so wide to begin with and had become rather disheveled from Penny's sleeping on it. Still, he managed to squeeze himself between the back of the couch and Penny - lucky for them both he was still so thin, though he found the cushions to be unpleasantly scratchy.
"Not literally on the corner, you know, down the way a bit more." He pushed some of Penny's hair out of the way, enjoying the faint scent of her shampoo. Much better than onion rings. "But maybe. Once I'm more awake. Right at this moment I'm more likely to set myself on fire."